The Battle of Little Bird

Little bird and I were after one certain soldier. He pointed back his revolver though and sent a bullet into Little Bird's thigh. Immediately, I whacked the white man fighter on his head with a heavy elk horn handle of my pony whip. The blow dazed him. I seized the rifle strapped on his back. I wrenched it and dragged the looping strap over his head. As I was getting possession of this weapon, he fell to the ground. But I now had a good soldier rifle. Yet I had not any cartridges for it.